where his civilizations, including our own

In other news:

Russian stray dogs learn to ride the subway

Toronto pigeon rides the subway

UK cat rides the bus

Got a reply to the Craigslist ad about the cat from someone trying to convince me not to give the cat away, because it would have been my mom's dying wish for me to keep it.


1) I barely even mentioned that I inherited the cat from my mom. And you, stranger, presume to know my mom's dying wish?

2) They actually wrote it would have been my mom's "deathwish".



Fucking Craigslist.

So, I still have to do something with my cat. I'm really getting nervous about it. I have two months left.

I have called several animal-rescue type places, and they only take kittens and/or are full and/or only deal with shelters and not individuals. I looked at Craigslist, but was quickly scared off by the warning about animals obtained through CL being abused.

Am I really going to have to dump my cat at a shelter? Is that what it's going to come to? God I'm fucking torn up about this. I don't know what to do. It's hard to even be excited about moving with this hanging over my head.

Finding the spot where the cat was secretly defecating.



eta: Whoever came up with the idea of cats, I hate you. Was it you, Egypt? WAS IT????

The cat sneezed and I said "bless you", and only afterwards realized this could be considered a bit odd.

*dances around with kaptainsnot*

The clip frame sadly did not survive the USPS's manhandling... but the drawing did! And I can get a new frame! And it's lovely and yay!

I need a new driver for my scanner now.

*muchas smooches*


I've been cooking. I want to eat better things. Don't worry, it's not some misguided "diet", I just don't like the gross junk food I eat because I have no time. Super work crunch time is over now, so I've been buying actual ingredients from the store and putting them together.

I can follow a recipe and make it come out well, but usually I don't unless it's baking (which of course is a more exact science). My version is more like... garlic and cooking oil in a pan. Um, mushrooms. Broccoli! Spinach! Uh almonds? Sesame seeds wat. Peanut sauce. Okay it looks done.

I wouldn't say these concoctions come out memorable, but they're edible, and I'm only cooking for myself since my brother won't eat anything that doesn't arrive in a cardboard box. And I'm pretty sure it's better than the standard gamer diet (hot pockets + mountain dew).


In other news, my cat has discovered that garlic is like unto catnip for her. She licked the plate it was on, and is now racing around with crackhead eyes scent-marking everything.

There is some kind of construction happening on the office building at the end of the block. On Christmas day. WHAT.

I had to work yesterday and I'll have to work tomorrow, but I'm off today, and enjoying it. Family gatherings aren't good for my mental health, so I don't go to them anymore. Heavenly solitude! Except for my wretched cat who gave me the lovely gift of a hairball to clean up.

_hannelore! Lookity look look!

State of Vermont Pure Maple Syrup

( blah de blah about moving )

If you can't bring yourself to get rid of things, I have advice that will work: While cleaning up, ask yourself, "Would I take this with me if I moved across the country?" If you wouldn't, throw it (or give it) away.

My cat seems to be better. A while ago she had an eye infection and was losing weight precipitously. I took her in and they gave her antibiotics, but said her blood tests showed no abnormalities and the vet had "no idea" why she was losing weight. Her tests made her look like a normal cat who was very skinny. Which would be fine except for her entire life up until now, she was a normal cat who was very fat. Yes, old cats get skinny and bony, but all of a sudden?

So I waited, and she stopped losing weight and appears to have gained a little back.

This doesn't answer the question of what I'm going to do when I move across the country and can't take my completely antisocial cat with me. I don't think many people want an old cat that bites and pukes a lot.

My cat has an eye infection and has to take antibiotics. It cost 400 dollars to discover this, because my cat bites and scratches strangers even under normal circumstances, let alone when they are trying to touch her eyes, so they had to anesthetize her to find out what was wrong.

Maybe my cat is really special, but it seems like every vet I've seen is disproportionately afraid of her, jumping when she hisses, etc. You'd think vets would be a little more blase about aggressive animals, especially ones that only weigh 10 pounds.

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The WoW situation gets crazier by the day. For the moment I have taken refuge in my old guild, which I left for greener pastures like a year ago. There was a time when I was very angry at the leader of my old guild, but there was also a time when we were good friends. I think it's possible to acknowledge and respect both those things.

A bit after I had rejoined her guild, I was playing on a newly created character, named Ninereeds. She saw me and, not knowing it was me, sent me a message like "sorry to bother you, but you're named after the dragon twoflower imagined in the color of magic?", to which I said "yes", to which she said "good call", at which point I revealed it was me and we had a good laff over it. That sort of thing used to happen to us all the time; it would just randomly turn out that we liked the same stuff.

She's also trans, and I had just recently been talking to my shrink about how I didn't really have any trans friends anymore, and it was lonely and things. It's not even a matter of talking *about* being trans, but... not being the only one all the time.